Page 30 of Until Easton

In nights of bitter cold.

Something in my life was missing…but I didn’t know what I was searching for.

Then you came along and shined your light on me.

My red-haired woman, you set me free. (You set me free)

From the moment I met you.

Since that very first kiss.

Your taste still lingers…upon my lips.

You chased away the sadness.

You brought me back to life.

Now I see my future reflecting in your eyes.

My red-haired woman, you set me free. (You set me free)

The last lyric drifts away with the fading of the last strum of the guitar strings. Then, it's once again silent. The air I breathe feels heavy with the emotions poured out in the song, and I meant every word. "It's a work in progress," I shrug. Tears are streaming down Becca's cheeks. Leaning into her, I wipe them all away with my kisses.

"Well said, brother." Jake breaks the silence. "A man's strength and weakness both lay in the hands of the woman he loves." I catch the nods of the other men, including Becca's grandad.

"My Irene, God rest her soul, could bring me to my knees with just one look and give me the strength of an ox with a single touch." His eyes get a faraway look in them as he recalls memories of his wife.

I sit my guitar to the side and pull Becca onto my lap. "That was—" She doesn't finish her statement. Instead, Becca grabs my face in her hands and kisses me, and our family makes a show of our affection with cheers, and she smiles against my lips.

"Well, I'd say this is a beautiful ending to a perfect night with family and friends," Arthur says.

Logan raises his beer in the air, and the rest of us follow. "To the women who bring us to our knees and the love we'll risk it all for."

It's near midnight after everyone turns in. I make a final sweep of the house with Becca as she checks the locks on all the doors. We walk into the large living room. She pulls the curtains closed on one window then moves to the next. "I really like them." She stares out into the night. In the distance, lightning streaks across dark gray clouds forming, followed by a distant rumble as the storm rolls in. "I should check on the horses one more time. They can get a little worked up when bad weather is near."

A whiff of earthy dampness engulfs us the moment we step outside. The trees rustle as the wind whistles through the branches on our walk across the property to the stables. I pull open the barn doors and follow Becca inside. One by one, she checks the stall doors, making sure they are latched. Finally, Becca looks to the ceiling. "Shoot. The loft door is open." She crosses to the other end of the stables and begins climbing the ladder to the top.

"I'll get it," I offer, but she's already halfway up the ladder's steps.

"I'll be down in a minute." She states as I stare up at her ass. Fuck. My cock swells. A throat clears, and I tear my gaze from her pale pink panties. "You say something?"

"Did I?" I question if I spoke my thoughts out loud. Becca climbs the last two runs, then disappears. Like a moth to a flame, I'm drawn to her and ascend the ladder into the loft. When I get to her, she's quietly standing in the opening of the loft door, looking into the night. The warm breeze swirls around her, whipping her red hair and fluttering her summer dress. Her beauty captivates me.

I step up behind Becca, wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing her neck. Becca moans as I drag my lips across the surface of her skin. My hands fall down to her sides, following the curves of her body over the flare of her hips. My fingertips trace the hem of her cotton dress before dragging the cloth up her thighs.

Becca sucks in a breath. "Easton." My hand slides between her thighs, and I feel the heat of her center.

I pull the scrap of material covering her pussy to one side and slide my fingertips through her silky slit. "Fuck. You're already wet for me." My cock throbs with a need to be inside her.

"Someone may see," Becca says, yet presses her ass back against me.

"Does the thought of being watched excite you?" I coat my fingertips with her wetness and rub circles around her swollen clit. Of course, the chance of someone seeing us is slim since the loft door opening doesn't directly face the house. Nonetheless, adrenaline and a pure animalistic need to fuck her right here turns me on.

I pepper kisses across the top of her shoulder, pulling the strap of her dress down her arm, then repeat the process on the other side of her body while continuing to manipulate her bundle of nerves. Her dress gathers at her waistline, exposing her tits. I stop touching her long enough to step in front of Becca and drop to my knees. My nostrils flare at the scent of her desire, and my mouth waters.

Reaching up, I tug on her dress, peeling it and her panties down over her hips, removing the clothing from her body. I sit back on my heels to drink her in. Becca's skin glows beneath the moonbeams breaking through the clouds in the sky. Her wet pussy glistens before me, and I can no longer deny myself what I hunger for.

Her.